My obsession with role-playing seems to have distorted the world's aesthetic.

"Don't be so wary of Harry, I... need your help."

Voldemort, feigning embarrassment, spoke, while Harry coldly questioned, "Help? Help you dispose of Gringotts' stolen goods?"

"No, I didn't do what happened at Gringotts. It was the work of those truly evil dark wizards."

Facing Harry's icy tone, Voldemort explained without hesitation.

Do you think I'd believe your nonsense?

Harry, completely unconvinced, sneered and said, "I can allow you to use Legilimency on me, Harry. I'm not lying." After a moment's thought, Voldemort sincerely replied, "I can allow you to use Legilimency on me, Harry. I'm not lying."

Voldemort spoke with utmost honesty; Gringotts really wasn't robbed by him.

However, during the time I was dead, the dark wizarding world has produced many talented individuals, who have even managed to raid Gringotts.

Faced with the utterly honest Voldemort, Harry's expression froze slightly, and Voldemort pressed his advantage: "Harry, I won't lie to you, my blood flows in your veins."

I know you had a hard time while I was being killed, and I feel extremely guilty and want to make it up to you, my son. My feelings for you are beyond question; you are the most important person to me, Harry.

If you agree to be my son, I'm even willing to take your surname and change my name to Tom Potter as a form of repentance.

Goodness, what a werewolf!

Xia Qing, who was observing from the shadows, looked somewhat surprised. Voldemort was more flexible and adaptable than she had imagined.

Voldemort himself was in a perfectly normal mood. He had long been unhappy with his own surname and bloodline; after all, the Potter family was a pure-blood noble family.

???

Is this reasonable?

Harry was stunned by Voldemort's words, but his inner defenses gradually crumbled, and he began to think that Voldemort might be right.

“Harry, my dear son, your power is too weak. In the meantime, I will teach you some magic, and by the way... make up for your childhood without parents.”

Voldemort's tone was sincere, and Harry, who was no longer able to tell who to believe, subconsciously nodded.

Deep down, he yearned for the warmth of home and the presence of his family.

Harry secretly began learning magic from Voldemort. Although Ron and Hermione sensed something was off, they didn't pay much attention.

It's perfectly normal for Harry to have some secrets; there's no need for me to pry.

Time passed, and more than half of the first term at Hogwarts had gone by. Voldemort, now bigger, better, and stronger, was ready to begin his plans.

There has been no news of the other version of himself recently, and judging from the Gringotts incident, he should have already left Hogwarts.

In other words, he could take advantage of this time to gain control of Hogwarts and bring it under his control.

Chapter 1234: Voldemort: The three of you are entrusted with teaching Harry filial piety.

“Gedder, Arthas, Allen, you are all people I trust deeply, shining stars in the dark wizarding world, and the most outstanding future pillars among the Death Eater candidates.”

"I have summoned you here today to give you some tests, tests to see if you are qualified to become official Death Eaters."

In a hidden room connected to the Room of Requirement, Voldemort spoke calmly to Geed and Arthas with his back to them.

"It is our good fortune to serve Lord Voldemort."

"Lord Voldemort's reign will last forever."

"I'd gladly offer my heart to the Death Eaters!"

The trio of reincarnators spoke excitedly, while Voldemort glanced back at them, lost in thought.

If you ask who is the most loyal among the trio, I feel it's Eren, and second is Geed, who seems very easy to fool.

If we're talking about who's most disloyal to me, then without a doubt... no, at least it's very likely that it's Arthas.

He had previously tested the other two, and they were completely unaware of the flaw in the soul-splitting technique that Arthas had taught him—a flaw that was clearly left unsaid.

As for Arthas... judging from his own probing reaction, it seems that he himself was unaware of the existence of that loophole.

Voldemort couldn't determine whether Arthas himself added those loopholes, or whether the secret techniques passed down through Arthas's family were actually a trap set by someone else.

However, it's not a big problem. The loophole that I discovered has already been eliminated. Hmm, if Arthas performs well enough, I can teach him my improved version of the Soul Splitting Technique.

"Your loyalty is commendable. Now let me see your abilities."

The tests I will give you will be different for each of you. Arthas, go and gather as much information as possible about Hermes's Ring.

As for Geed, I need you to use this to awaken the Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets. As for Alan, I need you to keep a close watch on Dumbledore and Harry Potter.

Oh, and there's another task for the three of you: to get as close to Harry Potter as possible and instill in him the idea of ​​respecting his parents.

As Voldemort assigned tasks to the three, he took out a small booklet and a dark green box with a rotating mechanism on the outside of the box.

"Arthas, starting today, at 2:00 AM every day, take this box to the location recorded on the first page of the booklet."

Then open the box, wait for the sound inside to finish playing, and then close it. Each time you open the box, turn the dial on the box one notch to the right.

After the audio finishes playing each day, do as instructed on page two of the booklet.

Voldemort tried to maintain his composure and said that rather than directly telling Arthas where he was going, he thought it would be better to write it down on a piece of paper.

Sending subordinates to the women's restroom at 2 a.m. is not something that can be easily said.

After giving the orders to the three, Voldemort continued to think about how to better gain Harry's trust.

The basilisk had become a tool for him to gain trust.

Upon hearing this, Arthas quickly nodded and shouted, "Yes."

After letting his three temporary subordinates begin to act freely, Voldemort felt he needed to discuss things further with his other two fragments.

However, before that, he still had to deal with the other two split souls who thought there was something wrong with their brains.

The trio walked further and further away, and once they were sure they were far enough away, they quickly found a small room to see what was written in Voldemort's book.

After reading the comments in the booklet, the trio's expressions became somewhat subtle, and Arthas's voice, sounding somewhat troubled, rang out:

"As expected, Voldemort who uses cunning is even more terrifying than the one in the original book."

Geed nodded in agreement: "That's right, Voldemort is indeed the Dark Lord. Although I don't understand why he did this, Voldemort must have had a deeper meaning in doing so."

Allen also agreed with Geed's words: "As expected of the Dark Lord, I couldn't see the true purpose of the scheme he devised at all."

However, the Voldemort we are facing now has likely already contacted many Death Eaters. Judging from the marks we left him, Voldemort has never left Hogwarts.

Upon hearing this, Arthas rubbed his head, feeling an extreme sense of trouble.

"Even without rescuing Azkaban's elite Death Eaters, they still have subordinates capable of robbing Gringotts."

It seems I underestimated their strength. I remember... Gringotts keeps a dragon, right?

Faced with Arthas's question, whose memory of the novel he had read a long time ago was somewhat hazy, Allen nodded and explained, "Well, if I remember correctly, it should be a Ukrainian iron belly."

The trio of reincarnators recalled the plan they had just read in the booklet—to have Arthas control the basilisk to "force out" Voldemort—and felt the growing sense of the gap between reality and the story.

"I don't know how powerful he is now, but at least he's quite powerful when it comes to exploiting people."

After recalling the time, Arthas subconsciously started to complain.

I was working incredibly hard in this world, constantly practicing all sorts of spells, and basically every day I would go back to my dorm and fall asleep immediately.

At two in the morning... Thinking about this, Arthas just wanted to cry out for help.

Unfortunately, Voldemort's will did not change because of his condition. At two o'clock in the morning that day, Arthas quietly went to the door of the secret chamber.

"Luckily, I learned the illusion spell, which is quite practical, beforehand. Otherwise, it would have been really difficult to fool Myrtle."

Arthas felt a headache coming on when he recalled seeing Myrtle when he sneaked in. He didn't want to be discovered sneaking into the women's restroom in the middle of the night.

Although this place is abandoned, if people find out, I will truly face social death.

If Voldemort hadn't ordered this location, I would never have come, even if you killed me.

Hearing the noise outside, Arthas opened the dark green box without hesitation, and a sound like a snake's hiss rang out.

I didn't come here alone. Reincarnators always commit crimes in groups and have no sense of martial ethics. As for Myrtle, I hope Geed can hold her there for a while.

I don't understand, I don't understand at all.

Hearing the strange noises coming from the box, Arthas revealed an expression that said, "I knew it."

However, he didn't understand. Voldemort, who was training his heroic spirit in a nearby room, did understand.

Chapter 1235: The Confused Harry

Snake voice? And it's my voice?

Voldemort, the spirit of the hero, quietly went to the place where the sound came from. He was somewhat puzzled as to why his other self would order the Basilisk to petrify the students at a specific location at this time.

Upon arriving at the scene and discovering that it was not him but someone else, Voldemort frowned after carefully examining the dark green box and the text on the booklet.

That's it!

A few seconds later, Voldemort, the heroic spirit, suddenly realized.

He had figured out the other person's purpose: he must want to create the illusion that he should return to Hogwarts.

Arthas quickly left the scene and went to the specific location from the first day to create a blood-written message using cow's blood.

These cow bloods were leftovers from the last dinner party. They've been sitting untouched in my personal storage space, so this is a way of making use of waste.

"Voldemort will return. From today onward, I, Voldemort, will select a lucky student at Hogwarts every day and send them a gift package. This is today's lucky student."

Looking at the blood-written words in front of him, Arthas nodded in satisfaction and left the scene.

Voldemort, the heroic spirit who followed behind, was even more certain of his guess. Yes, his other self must have already left Hogwarts.

In that case, I can completely take Hogwarts as my base.

Having gained that power, defeating Dumbledore should be a piece of cake.

Voldemort thought to himself with a smile, but before he could begin his plan, he needed to get some items to restore his magic power. That stingy Helbo hadn't given him much magic power to do with.

Fortunately, I recently learned quite a few ancient magic techniques from Helbo. Sure enough, the older the magic, the more powerful it is. Ancient magic is truly extraordinary.

Thinking about the ancient magic he had learned, Voldemort felt much better.

......

"Ahhhh!"